don't let me drag you down here to my level

Gabriel de le Poer · 03-25-2010, 07:21 PM

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Slowly, gradually, her breathing began to steady. His warmth and the whiskey could do so much to ease her into sleep, which was what he had intended from the start. She would need sleep above all things. Ezekiel had slept more then anything else, which told Gabriel, who was merely a combat medic, what bodies craved was sleep. They would repair themselves in time, though the deeper scars, the ones not visible, would linger on. She would never be all right as long as that blue eyed monster haunted her, and she would never escape him until he was long dead and gone.

She would never escape her heritage here. “Get some sleep,” he said quietly, and remained by her side until she fell asleep. After a few long, agonizing moments, he left her and made his way outside. There he sucked in the cold air, washing away the scent of all the horrible things behind him, and made his way towards his sister’s den. He did not linger there long; he took a few sticks of the incense, and following his nose, found a small stash of her marijuana. This he brought for her, believing it would help ease her suffering. Gabriel took these things inside and lit one of the sticks of incense before moving closer to the entrance of his den. He sat there, with that smoke wafting out behind him, and stared into the dark night silently.

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